This is why I don't trust cops. A few years
back I was working in a nightclub as a bartender in a not-too-safe
town in Illinois (Brooklyn) where I met a police officer named
John (real name). He was seemingly shy and quiet but would talk
to you after you said hello to him. We would talk every time he
came in, which got to be more and more frequent as days passed.
One day I was sitting at the bar on my day off having a few
cocktails and he comes in with a fellow officer and comes right up
to me and starts talking. After a few more drinks and some
flirty-talk we leave to go hang out alone on a back road that
cops go to to sleep (yeah right!) We got hot and heavy on the
hood on my car and then parted ways for the night. Events like
this went on for awhile. He'd come see me at work, I'd meet him
after to park or sneak into buildings he had keys for and fool
around, we'd be at it in his squad car or we'd go at it right in
the station! He was amazing, he'd tie me up, handcuff me, spank
the hell out of me, all the things I wanted. He said he was
falling for me, I knew I was for him, a discussion about him
moving in came up and things were great. Or so I thought. I
never got to see where he lived and that should have clued me in a
few things but he had a legit reason for that...which was that his
parents weren't over his divorce yet and he wasn't ready to deal
with the war that would begin once they met the "new gal". One
day he tells me his dog was killed by a guy who threw water
balloons filled with anti-freeze into his back yard. He calls me
after the alleged burial and needs to see me. I come home, he's
waiting for me and we proceed into the house for some fooling
around. Guess that's what makes guys feel better after their dog
dies!? Well, on the morning of our 3 month anniversary my cell
phone rings and I see it's him on my caller ID. I answer sweetly
"Hey honey" only to hear a woman say "Who the fuck is this?" I
said "This is John's phone right?" She says "Yeah, and who the
fuck does this number belong to?" I say "To John's girlfriend,
who the fuck are you?". She says "His wife"....then I hear the
phone get dropped as she starts yelling at him to get the fuck up
and she starts hitting him. I can hear all of this going on.
After 5-10 minutes the phone goes dead and then she calls back to
ask more questions. She didn't believe me so I filled her in on
details including special markings on his body and other varying
personal details that pertained to sounds/words he made during
sex. She asks me to meet with her to confront him because he is
denying it all. I agree as long as it doesn't get violent. Up
pulls his car with wife and 2 children in tow. One child was
barely 8 weeks old! He fesses up saying he was bored and wanted
to play games and get caught. She belts him a few and screams at
him, rips at his clothes, kicks him....all the while the 4 year
old is watching thru the car window and the 8 week old is crying
in his car seat. He says he loves her and he just used me for sex
and as a back up in case she threw him out because they had been
fighting. He says I was a game and he had enjoyed playing. At
this point I decide it's best to go my own way so I walk away
quietly and drive home as fast as I can as she continues kicking
his ass in the Hardee's parking lot. The next few days at work I
receive harassing phone calls from them both saying I made it up
and all kinds of shit, that I was a whore/home wrecker and she was
going to kick my ass. I asked why she didn't do it the day she
had me in front of her and that I wanted nothing to do with their
Jerry Springer asses and to leave me alone. I tell my boss what's
up and he says "If she calls back, give me the phone." She calls,
he gets on the phone, and she never called back again. I did have
to change cars to keep them from messing with my car, (a few
things happened that weren't provable to be their doing, but come
on we aren't stupid here), and changed jobs just in case. At the
new job I found another girl he had done the same thing with and
she had changed jobs to avoid him as well. The wife made him quit
the police dept. he was working for and I knew a few of the places
he was applying at so I called them and filled them in on what
kind of person he was. He didn't get those jobs but I'm sure he's
working on some new "games" right now. Oh, and his dog wasn't
killed by a guy with tainted balloons, she was killed by him. I
guess I was luckier than I thought I was at the time! Beware of
dating your fellow officer!
